Under a fierce sun, you slog on, desperately scanning for your car or a way out. Scrappy grasses push up through the gaping cracks in the concrete. Many of the vehicles are now wrecks—bodies corroded, tires flat, broken windows duct taped over.Why in God’s name did you park in this junkyard? You lean against the rusty hood of a Toyota to wipe your brow only to jerk up from the scalding metal.
Very interesting read! Like you mentioned, it reminds of Jackson’s The Lottery. I enjoyed the transitions as we go deeper into the lot everything becomes more and more ruined. I also liked the perspective here!
Thanks, appreciate your comment. Glad to hear the transitions worked for you. I wanted to keep the tale short so the transitions were by necessity abrupt. As for Shirley Jackson, it was only after I finished this that The Lottery came to mind. But I did have John Cheever's "The Swimmer" in the back of my head when I decided the parking lot worked better as a place of escalating dereliction. Check The Swimmer out if you haven't read it. I think you'd like it!
Great story! I felt myself walking through the parking lot. I was envisioning an airport parking lot to be specific.
Also felt the emotion of falling to the crowd (beat or be beaten) ., the power of the mob.
“ you dare speak to us about them “ after what happen “ made me feel that I or the protagonist is hiding something probably an action to be ashamed of and thus he/she allows themselves to be convinced that the mob is right.
Larnaca airport? Thanks, Alex. I appreciate that. Have you read Shirley Jackson’s The Lottery? You’d enjoy that. And of course by enjoy, I mean “enjoy” …
“No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible.” -Voltaire
Very interesting read! Like you mentioned, it reminds of Jackson’s The Lottery. I enjoyed the transitions as we go deeper into the lot everything becomes more and more ruined. I also liked the perspective here!
Thanks, appreciate your comment. Glad to hear the transitions worked for you. I wanted to keep the tale short so the transitions were by necessity abrupt. As for Shirley Jackson, it was only after I finished this that The Lottery came to mind. But I did have John Cheever's "The Swimmer" in the back of my head when I decided the parking lot worked better as a place of escalating dereliction. Check The Swimmer out if you haven't read it. I think you'd like it!
Great story! I felt myself walking through the parking lot. I was envisioning an airport parking lot to be specific.
Also felt the emotion of falling to the crowd (beat or be beaten) ., the power of the mob.
“ you dare speak to us about them “ after what happen “ made me feel that I or the protagonist is hiding something probably an action to be ashamed of and thus he/she allows themselves to be convinced that the mob is right.
Larnaca airport? Thanks, Alex. I appreciate that. Have you read Shirley Jackson’s The Lottery? You’d enjoy that. And of course by enjoy, I mean “enjoy” …
“No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible.” -Voltaire
Will look up “The lottery” now.
Denver international actually , with all the rumors and weird stuff around their a post apocalyptic walk seems normal